Re: Gotham log: Bruce W & Zatanna Z
[Bruce sat forward, hands folded on his knees, and gave her his attention. The puppy returned to his place at his feet, head on his paws, almost like he was listening, too. What was known of Zatanna came from other people, sources in other doors that told of lives he'd never lived and people he'd never met. There were many stories told of Gotham, of them, in many different ways.
He remembered, distantly, youth and birthday parties.] I take it your father was no ordinary magician? [His eyes crinkled up, amused.] No more than you are. [But then she mentioned his parents, and his good humor vanished. There had been very little smiling after they died, and to have made him smile so soon after their murder would have been no easy feat.] How did you make me smile?